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POETRY


You let me share my thoughts and exchange clues of what's next in our upcoming adventure
And you let me write and erase my pain
And re-write them all over again
Changing inks for my
Story to be complete
In a book that saves my secrets
And kept them sealed for years  
Gratitude to you for listening to What was once left muted.
Gratitude to you
dear poetry.


                                 _Ismahan
why must I see you in every
corner, taste you in every breath.
is it not enough my heart is
haunted. must my mind be as well.
#love #heartbreak #loss
INVISIBLE BLUE PLAQUES

Someone or other
lived & died here.

Some other someone
wrote their most

famous work
there.

Every so often
a blue plaque informs us

as we journey
through town

(rain falling down)    

of Blah Blah
who blah’d & blah’d here

or was
blah’d there

... who cares?

In my mind
I ***** invisible
blue plaques

to commemorate
us.

Here: we kissed
(did we not?)    
...a mere minute ago.

Here: we turned
& laughed

on the corner of this everyday
road.

Here: we laughed
& hugged

on a pedestrian crossing

(a pedestrian
crossing)    

whistling at our
ardour

a taxi honking
at our armour.

All over London
our invisible
blue plaques

commemorate
us

&
that

we once
passed this way

so deeply
in love.
Facebook is the place to be
when no one else wants you around.

you don’t need to clean up your ****, nor
feel shame
nor hunger,
nor love,
nor hate,
nor hahaha!

it’s what you’ve always wanted –
a nice little crib for your
"home sweet home" clothes.

get *****.
get close.
you may now speak the language of virtual friendship.

you might find it hard to be sincere,
when you don’t know if what you speak
is remotely related to the truth.
I just needed to hear something
soft like
yellow from the lamp or
my love because
I can't stand the haunting hum of waiting
the anxious, ancient hour under my bone
half bent, ticking
picking my flaws like a hurt bird;
it is my time i give away
& unlike my heart
sadly stuck with me
i cannot keep, cannot get
these minutes back
Falling in love again
or so seemed back then,
leaving the boys
and mixing with men,
abandoning the girls
but not grown women.

Feeling it an illness,
a temporary madness,
in love again,
thinking it insane.

Falling in love again,
much as before,
floating on a wild sea,
looking back to shore,
seeing tempests
of old love
lift me up and down,
fearing the next storm
that I might drown.

Falling in love again,
the usual riot of feeling,
raged and torn apart,
leaving me a hurt mind
and broken heart.
LOVE AND PASSION.
  Nov 2016 Anto MacRuairidh
Ana Sweeney
I'm lying in bed,
I've spent all day in
my head, but all of the
people there wish
I was dead.
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